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Edwin and Erna Mortens are an aging, married, childless couple. Edwin is blind and has no use of his legs. His condition is deteriorating rapidly. He is fully dependent on his wife to feed him, change his bags and tubes and to clean him. He sits in the bathroom in their apartment - in a rocking chair - chewing boat loads of gum. He sits and stews and thinks. He never leaves the confines of the bathroom even when Erna comes in to do her duties. He doesn't want the window open. He doesn't want to venture outside in a wheel chair. He is a pugnacious, belligerent and abusive - lashing out at his wife - frustrated at the indignities of his situation and trying to exact some control and power in a life where he has none - except that control he has over his thoughts. Edna, on the other hand, is fully functional at her age with the exception of failing hearing - so she either doesn't hear or elects not to listen to the badgering - except on certain occasions she trades conversation. There is affection between the two albeit it is grounded in protection and care.
The book cover implies the introduction of the building superintendent who embroils the couple "in a new and vicious struggle for power." This is misleading. There is little drama here - the story is narrated by Edwin and Erna in alternating chapters who share their thoughts with us about their current hopeless existence - both tied in a form of Gordian Knot. Both have settled into a routine -- Edwin dependent on Erna - and Erna seemingly chained to Edwin and his slide towards a certain ending - bound together in a dismal and desperate existence.
Edwin is a character - not all that likable or charming but one that keeps you fully engaged. He has dark humor spewing out of his mouth and mind as he stews in his hopelessness - drowning himself in a sea of complaints. Death - the discussion of it - the pending gloom and doom of it - is pervasive. The plot line here rides a plow horse to a slow painful ending.
The book is like rubbernecking on the freeway. You feel and know that it is bad. It is disturbing. Yet you find yourself unable to turn away. It is so dark, offers so little hope, so few memories of anything good in Edwin and Erna's lives - and the book ends on the same note. I had hoped to find a glimmer of light (Disney like perhaps) as I approached the end of this 164 page novella - yet no enlightenment surfaced - just the portrayal of fury and frustration over the conditions right until the turn of the last page. This is not a feel good book, but it is exceptionally well written and alternatively very funny, sad and disturbing. I'm certain I'll remember this book for some time.
Some of my favorite passages:
"The only thing left to do is keep my mind active. Until it's all over. If things come to a dead stop there, like they have everywhere else, then I'm finished. But it's a nightmare, keeping my thoughts straight."
"I'm no thinker, but I think all the time. It's the only thing I can't stop doing. Completely natural, but unbearable nevertheless. Every thought raises another, and they all resemble one another, so that each child bears the mark of its forefathers."
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Edwin lives in his bathroom. A rocking chair placed within is his world, and a nearby dresser holds his cups of flat soda and boxes of Orbit gum. The floor is wrinkled with wrappers, and while he's blind, an overhead fluorescent light illuminates his miserable existence. Once an exacting businessman, overseeing a convalescent home of deteriorating elderly people, he now sits in his own waste, deteriorating slowly as he chews gum and has conversations with Death. Screaming at Elna, his wife, is his only source of distraction from his roving thoughts.
Siamese examines the inner thoughts and outer actions of this strange pair, in the most intimate of ways. Elna is so involved in Edwin's death (as it is he is more dead than alive) that she lacks the most basic grasp of common sense, unless it comes to deceiving Edwin. Edwin glories in his demise, cataloguing each symptom and detail with relish. It's almost as if his decay proves that he existed in the first place, because in his constant reminiscing he often tries to analyze if he really did live. His thoughts are random, vulgar, and filled with hate. He asks himself: "Where is this road heading? What will become of everything? Will the future be like what's already going on in my head? No, the world's still out there. Nothing ever goes away, it just accumulates. Especially for me, who can't see worth a damn, yes, I just sit here with a head full of stupid pictures..."
It's clear that even in younger days, Edwin was far from kindly. He treated the patients in the rest home with distant efficiency but secretly thought they should be suffocated in their beds. He loses his job just as his sanity lapses: he attacks a nurse. From then on his busy career fades into the small, smelly room where he ruminates about prior patients and coworkers and pleads for Death to arrive soon to release him from his thoughts:
"Take it all, I mean it, don't leave so much as a bedroom slipper behind, annihilate me, smash me into kindling, into dust, then vacuum me up, leave no evidence, I don't want to be remembered for anything...I long for you to come and beat my thoughts into submission...they've plagued me long enough, do nothing but torment me,...all they can think about, all they remember, is themselves...But I don't want to think about them anymore...letting them have their way with me is a worse defeat than death."
Elna, for her part, remains distant from Edwin, as his still breathing corpse is no company and company is what she craves. A broken light bulb, necessitating a visit from the building's young superintendent, finally gives Elna a chance. And the malevolent force that enters their miserable life changes everything.
Siamese is not a mystery novel, but at times I had to remind myself to breathe as the suspense built. A character study of two deeply connected but polarized individuals, it is fascinating to read and see how their actions push each other into reactions that are both ugly and frightening. It's also terribly frightening: the helplessness and lack of contact along with the certainty of impending death gave me chills.
The novel was originally written in Norwegian and was translated by Stokes Schwartz.
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What story there is here is not appealing. But does the author do a good job and accomplish what he appears to intend?
And what does he "appear to intend"? I think it is plainly just death, not newspaper or cinema style of death with lots of panache and good-looking people, but the death that accompanies old age, especially death alone.
This couple has no children and apparently no relatives, at least relatives that care. An easily missed element here is that Edna is deaf as a doornail. And so there is a blind person and a deaf person living together. If you have any experience with caring for the infirm, you know it is a daunting task. Neither of these is up to such a task, and yet they live on their own, not in a care facility. No one cares about them and they have no advocate, which is so important in old age.
One of the first signs of death is a loss of appetite; food no longer has an appealing taste. After all, that is the reason we eat, it tastes good. When you are dieing, it stops tasting good. That is what happens to Edwin. And Edna keeps on bringing plates of food for him and then retrieves them untouched. But no thought occurs to her about this peculiar event. Edna thinks he might be dead, but takes no action.
Edwin and Edna (notice the similar names) are Siamese twins who cannot get away from each other. They have never owned a camera in their lives. I don't think the word child is ever mentioned in the book nor what Edna may have done with herself all those years.
This is a hell on earth, with the worm devouring itself. These two people are inseparably bound together and eventually turn back into soil. The book is very scary and is what the author intends. It is very European as it should be.
3 of 5 people found the following review helpful
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164-pages of gloom, alternating the private thoughts of spouses, each a sad and unattractive character, one a blind invalid riven by helpless fury and despair, the other fairly a simpleton whose inner emptiness is barely relieved by the mundane services she's constrained to provide. As they traverse their respective voids, filled only with meaningless musings, and await the end, Saeterbakken insinuates a sort of surprise ending explanation for the entire undertaking. There's an existential feel to the book in that nothing happens, nobody has a sane substantive idea, the account is unenlivened by youth or sexual tension, and the third character is a laconic building superintendent who symbolically changes a light bulb that quickly expires. Good quick read.